Sunny
* Oh. Good evening, uh, sir.
* Quick question, uh, who the fuck are you?

  Avean Machina
Call me Mr. Getting You Outta Here!
Status report, little lady. Are you injured?

Sunny
* Uh, whuh, no??

The Machina examines Sunny, who continues to be confounded.

  Avean Machina
Oh my Helix... Those bastards! They plucked you!

Sunny
* The fuck? No, what, these are my friends!! What!!?

  Avean Machina
Friends, huh...

The two grunts examine Polyta and Jiro. Polyta regards them with suspicion, Jiro looks up at them with bleary eyed confusion.

  Avean Grunt
They appear to be some kind of pointed-eared human subspecies, sir!

—Polyta—
What is a "human"...? We're elves.

  Avean Machina
What an amazing find!
The boys, girls and dorbers down in the lab are gonna LOVE this.

  Avean Machina
Alright, squad. Let's get these three to safety!

  Avean Grunt
Sir, yes sir!










The Machina leads the group out of Hellfuck through a glitched hangar door in Last Gun. Polyta is hoisting Jiro off her shoulders and helping him to his feet, Sunny is stumbling around bewildered, rocket launcher still in her hands. A procession of Aveans greets the gang.

  Avean Machina
Home sweet home, everyone!
You can rest easy now!

  Avean Heavy
WUH! SIR, YOU'RE BACK!

  Avean Machina
Sure am, missy!
There's a lotta nasty things in this dimensional rift here, but don't you worry: none of them were a match for my dual Rotary Lasers!

  Avean Pilot
Amazing work, sir!
I wish I could be you!

  Avean Machina
Flattered, but let's keep this professional-- we got work to do!
I want this bald girl taken to the Civilian Authority where we can get her home!

  Avean Grunt
Got it, sir!!

Sunny
* Bald????

  Avean Machina
And these two human-likes, I want escorted down to the labs for research!

  Avean Pilot
Understood, sir!

The pilot engages a forcefield around Polyta and Jiro, trapping them.

—Polyta—
Gah!!

—Jiro—
...!
Wait, what!?
SUNNY!!!! DO SOMETHING!!!
Leave us behind, save yourself
WHAT IS HAPPENING

Two grunts escort Sunny in one direction while a heavy wheels the forcefield containing Jiro and Polyta away.

Sunny
* Whoawhoawhoa what the fuck do you think you're DOING!!???
* Those are my GUYS!!

  Avean Machina
Don't you worry miss, they're gonna be well taken care of.
Our labs have been rated the most humane in the whole sector!

Sunny
* Oi, OI!!!
* HEY!!!!










Sunny
* This is fucking-- what the fuck is even going on here!
* My man back there needs my help, he's got some mental health shit going on and being put in a fucking display case is not gonna help with that!

  Avean Grunt
That's wonderful, really, but those two are headed down to the labs, and I'm pretty sure you don't have clearance.

Sunny
* Auugh, come on!
* There's gotta be some kind of fuckin'... appeals process for this shit! Surely!!

  Avean Grunt
I'm sorry, miss, but unless you're part of the science team we can't let you through there.

Sunny peers over at an Avean Scientist pushing a rack of labcoats as the two grunts begin to bicker.

Sunny
* Science team, huh...

  Avean Grunt
Really, you should be grateful you got your hands on that rocket launcher.
No idea how you spun that.
They don't even let me use those.

  Avean Grunt
Oh, this again?

  Avean Grunt
It's just unfair! The Heavies get to lug around TWO rocket launchers, but if I ask for a measly ONE--!

  Avean Grunt
The Heavies have TRAINING! They are SPECIALISTS!
They have skills that YOU do NOT!

  Avean Grunt
Oh come on, you've talked to them!
The only special skills they have is ordering the Jumbo Meal at Chlerbeth's!

  Avean Grunt
You are an embarrassment, you know that? You embarrass me.
Going off like this, in front of--

Sunny is gone. She's left the rocket launcher behind and scampered off who-knows-where.

  Avean Grunt
...Miss?

  Avean Grunt
Ohhh... we are definitely gonna get chewed out.